West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

depends on your definition of danger


Posted on September 25, 2018 by Alexis Wilde
West
It was shaping up to be quite the beautiful day with the sun shining and a cool breeze blowing, foreshadowing of the fall season coming up. Alexis couldn't wait. Her fluffy coat kept her nice and toasty and she liked the energy she felt when the cool air hit her skin. The heat of the summer wasn't so bad here and at least the Ark stayed pretty cool year round. She was always able to bundle up in her blankets every night when she went to sleep. But she looked forward to the fallen leaves and color changing and definitely the cool weather.

She wasn't on patrol duty today but she wanted to get out anyway. With weather like this, why stay in? Besides, she could tell by all the noise filtering through her bedroom walls that the fight ring had already started up and she wasn't about to stick around for that. She admired the fighters and she knew Tobias and Tetradore liked to take part in it and even Faven. More power to them. She didn't like the idea of one on one fighting just for respect and bragging rights. She on,y believed in fighting when absolutely necessary. She already felt like she'd done enough fighting to last a lifetime....and enough killing. The blood of her former pack was still on her hands and she didn't think she would ever get over the guilt she felt every time she closed her eyes and saw their faces. She knew it was them or her at the time since they were hunting her, following the command of her own father, but it still stung to think they would choose the pack drunk over the daughter they knew he abused on a daily basis.

But she was done with all that now. Now she was part of a new pack, a much better pack. She had been laying low but looking forward to getting to know some of the new members and hanging out with the ones she already knew. But as she made her way down the ramp of the Ark, ready to lose herself in the bustle of the west side, she caugh a new scent and paused. She eyed the young man standing nearby. He seemed to be waiting on something, or someone. She glanced back over her shoulder, wondering if someone was already coming out to join him but saw no one. Everyone was too entranced in the arena fighting going on in the main part of the ship. Were's from all packs and lone Were's alike usually came for the arena fights so it was no surprise to her that he wasn't a part of her pack. But she was curious why he was just out here....waiting. She took another step toward him. "Hi, are you coming in?"

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